Dealing with Drama

Morning Mayhem

AN: Few (only three) updates this week, because I've big things planned ahead. Talking about my life, not the story. I don't have anything planned for the story, gonna make it up as I go along..... as I've always done.

Time: Next Morning

Percy woke up from the best sleep he had had in a while. A perfect, dreamless sleep that started from the moment his head hit the pillow, to now.

The worst thing about every good thing is that it always comes to an end.

Percy felt a beautiful warmth on his chest, his erect, throbbing cock sheathed in a warm, wet cunt. For a moment, he was confused, before a smile dawned on his face.

He stroked the soft brown hair of his girl as he sat up slowly, trying not to disturb her sleep.

Despite his best efforts, Hestia made a dissatisfied sound, before snuggling deeper into his bare, muscular chest. Percy silently chuckled to himself, at the cute frown on her face as she searched for a comfortable position on his chest in her sleep.

Finally, she found the perfect position, as her expression cleared, and she started softly snoring again.

His goddess was so pure and innocent.

So pure and innocent, in fact, that he would have the time of his life corrupting her.

He had already taken a massive step last night, he thought, looking over her abused body.

He had lost count after her fiftieth orgasm three hours in. He was sure that she would have died if she had been mortal, and her body strained to produce her orgasmic juices at the end, helped along only by her immortal status as a goddess, and years of pent up sexual frustration.

She had passed out multiple times during their heated passion, and he had fucked her throughout, making her wake up as she came again, spasming around his thick meat.

The room wasn't too cold, though the air conditioner had run throughout the night. A few rays of golden sunlight filtered in through the drawn curtains. The heavy, musky smell of sex hung thick in the air. The glowing red digits on the digital clock on the wall told him how late they had been sleeping, illuminating little of the dark room. Most of the furniture in the room were just dark shapes in the shadows, and Percy could only fully recognize the gentle features and curves of his beautiful goddess, her divine face barely inches from his.

Percy's skin stung in the chill in the air, goosebumps running up his tanned skin, deliciously contrasting the comfortable, gentle warmth of the hearth goddess sprawled across his chest.

His eyes roamed her naked form, taking note of all her features, committing them to his memory.

The sheets had slipped off Hestia's short, slim frame as he had sat up against the head of the bed. A lone ray of Apollo's light fell on her gentle features, illuminating her face so that Percy could better enjoy the view he, and only he, was entitled to.

Her soft, usually silky, brown hair was frizzy and sticky with thick globs of his cum, which had yet to fully dry. Her face was covered with the same, and looked as if she was wearing a mask, as his seed painted her pale skin even paler. Her swollen, bruised pink lips peeked out through streams of an identical white shade that covered her entire body, glistening with saliva, parted as she snored softly. The corners of her lips tugged upwards, caught in a perennial, cheerful smile even in peaceful sleep.